pela cochlea: Blur - Pyongyang

I look down from my window
To the island where I'm held
Listen while you're sleeping
Darkness is itself

Tomorrow I am disappearing
'Cause the trees are amplified
Never ending broadcasts
To which I do not despite

Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving